O, beautiful Vision of Peace,
Beam bright in the eyes of Man!
The host of the meek shall increase,
The Prophets are leading the van.
Have courage: we see the Morn!
Never fear, tho' the Now be dark!
Out of Night the Day is born;
The Fire shall live from the spark.
It may take a thousand years
Ere the Era of Peace hold sway,
Look back and the Progress cheers
And a thousand years are a day!
The World grows -- yet not by chance;
It follows some marvelous plan;
Tho' slow to our wish the advance,
God rules the training of Man.